Novels by Victoria Writer

In that instant, Penelope felt her thoughts scatter in every direction. Because the transfer record had not come from a neighboring district, a shell account, or even a hidden domestic source. It had come from **Vamora**For a second, she could only stare. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she breathed, “How is that even possible?” Everyone knew what Vamora was. It was not just another country on the world map. It was one of the pillars of global power, one of the most advanced and untouchable nations in existence. A country ranked at Level One Hundred so far above the rest that even speaking of it carried a certain reverence. Vamora was the kind of place people in lesser nations dreamed about without ever expecting to see. For most, it existed more as legend than reality a distant summit of wealth, influence, and civilization that ordinary countries could only admire from below. People did not simply go to Vamora. Many would count themselves lucky just to hear som

For a long moment, Penelope said nothing. She simply stood there, staring at the iPad in her hand as though the screen had stopped being a device and become something else entirely something incomprehensible. That silence sent Liam’s heartbeat spiraling out of control. It pounded so hard in his chest that it almost hurt. The look on her face was not what he had expected. It was not anger. It was not triumph. It was not even the cold certainty of someone who had just confirmed a crime. It was something else, Something stranger. And that terrified him more, his mind raced wildly. "What is going on?""Why isn’t she saying anything?""Is the truth worse than I thought?" If it had been Victoria, Penelope would have said so by now...wouldn’t she? If it had been Benjamin, or some suspicious account, or even some incomplete transaction record, surely there would have been an immediate response. Something. Anything. But instead, she was standing there looking like someone who had

Liam said nothing more. He knew, with a sick certainty, that there was nothing he could say right now that would make them leave him alone. Nothing he could say that would suddenly make them trust him, believe him, or even pause long enough to hear him out properly. At this point, any wrong word might only make things worse. So he made the only choice left to him. He lowered his head and followed. Inside, humiliation burned through him almost as fiercely as fear. He was exhausted, shaken, and painfully aware of how helpless he looked. And beneath all of it, one thought kept pounding through his mind with bitter clarity—"Victoria did this.""Victoria and Benjamin., It had to be them. Who else could have designed something this cruel? Who else could have set me up so perfectly and then vanished, leaving me standing alone in the center of the disaster?" The more he thought of it, the more convinced he became. This was not random. This was not an accident. This was a trap, carefu

Even as the attendant kept her head respectfully lowered, a slow smile crept across her face where no one could see it. She could already feel it the promotion. The recognition. The elevation in status that came with doing something remarkable on the job. Because the woman now standing on the other side of the counter was not just any senior staff member. She was one of the most powerful figures in this entire institution a Senior Director, no less. A woman of top B-class citizen, respected, feared, and connected in ways most people could barely imagine. And the attendant had been the one to call her here. She had been the one to spot it. To flag it. To act. In her mind, the reward was already as good as hers. Because this was exactly the kind of thing the system celebrated catching a lower-level citizen attempting to game a world that was never built for them. A citizen of Liam's standing had no business having that kind of money. None whatsoever. And the fact that she had

The moment the attendant finished speaking, something shifted in Liam's entire body. It was not just fear anymore. It was a deeper, more suffocating dread the kind that came from knowing he was already trapped, already sinking, and that no amount of struggling would pull him to the surface in time. He knew how this worked. He knew exactly how it would go the moment those higher authorities walked through that door. They would not come in looking for the truth. They would come in looking for a culprit. And a man of his level, standing inside a bank with five hundred million dollars suddenly sitting in his account, would need no further introduction as the suspect. They would not let him speak first. They would not even let him breathe before the accusations began. Questions would come like blows, fast and merciless, and none of his answers would matter because he had no answers. Not real ones. Not the kind that would satisfy anyone. He was just as confused as anyone else i

Immediately Liam stared at the paper as though the numbers might rearrange themselves into something sensible if he looked long enough. But they did not. The figure remained exactly where it was. His mind reeled. "What the hell is this?""What the hell is happening?""How did five hundred million dollars get into my account?"He could barely breathe through the chaos rising in his chest. None of this made any sense. He had not been expecting money. He did not know anyone who could send such money. He did not even know where he would ever get five hundred thousand dollars from, let alone five hundred million. It was madness. Something was wrong—terribly wrong. At that moment a chilling thought struck him. Could this be Victoria? Could she and Benjamin be behind this somehow? Was this another trap? Another calculated scheme to bury him deeper? To make it appear as though he had stolen from them? To hand him over to the authorities with evidence they had planted themselve